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Late Night Demonology....

        Every comedian needs an audience,
        a dream of television late night fame..
        in this twilight of video flat screens.
        Dian, knew her audience and how far to push them.
        She drew a 35 share in the Neilson which was better than
        Letterman or SNL.

        But she wanted more, after all this is television nothing is permanent .
        It began with street gags and then grew into real assaults.
        Dian protected herself from liability by using security video cameras.
        She was reporting actual stupid crimes, but not participating or in anyway
        having in previous knowledge of these events.

        The jokes came at a price and took more pleasure in more violence.
        She became more depraved than any Late Night satirist . +
        A murder, a rape or decapitation was a set up for her wicked humor.
        Dian needed the rush of laughter .
        It made her feel powerful and wittier than her rivals at SNL.

        In a mad moment of improve Dian participated in a Satanic black mass
        on live video feed.
        She drank goats milk mixed with the blood of a freshly slaughtered goat
        and poured the blood over her naked breasts
        inviting a stallion to mount her.
        It was a 50 share rave.

        Dian savored her celebrity .. even the President made an appearance
        in a short remote interview.
        It was a shock when Dian died suddenly.
        She was so young and had her own magazine.
        But, the cocaine and long orgies had taken its toll.
        Dian faced her grand finally with a jester's mask over her face.

        Was she condemned to Hell?
        Many cable Reverends cursed her and her hedonism.
        But, there was no greater tribute, than the throngs of fans at her cremation.
        Her ashes were spread over her favorite stallion's stall
        where she had enjoyed many summer's retreats.
        Even David Letterman shed tears, while reading the top ten reasons
        why Dian was dead.

        Her legacy would live on in reruns and a box DVD set.
        It was a perfect made for television biography.
        And many copy cats followed her format.
        For what is fame, but a moment of exhibitionism for a bargain bin?
        Dian would never be forgotten.

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